About that: sorry we don’t have a name for you just yet. We’re working on it.
We are about 18 weeks away from meeting you. Seeing you on the ultrasound machine the other week made it seem so much more real for both your dad AND me. You haven’t been too hard on me so far; aside from the constant full bladder/empty stomach thing, I am not uncomfortable yet. Speaking of empty stomachs, I feel pretty lucky that I’m growing you during the warmer months. You would not believe the volume of fruit I can consume in one sitting these days. Check out this plum…I’ve eaten three just like it today:
By the time you arrive I’ll be happily gorging for us on apples, pears, and squashes. I hope you’ll like those, too.
While I don’t feel uncomfortable, I am not particularly energetic lately, and I’ve been a bit of a slug all weekend. So I made myself get up and take a little bicycle ride this evening while your dad was playing a gig. I hope you’ll be quick to take to the bike when you get old enough. Your dad and I love to ride around in the evening and until you’re old enough to keep up, we’ll be bringing you along, somehow. Maybe in this:
I like it because you’ll get to learn how to watch the road and read traffic.
We might get this thing, too, because we can use it to push you around when we’re not pulling it behind our bikes or when we’re not carrying you. (Your dad is really looking forward to wearing you in a baby carrier, and I think that’s just so sweet).
We went to see your dad’s old band on Friday, the Glenn Miller Orchestra, and I think his buddies are excited to meet you. I hope you liked the music; we haven’t listened to much of it at home…mostly just Phillies games and NPR podcasts. (That’s really weird, considering). I actually can’t tell if you are responding to any external stimuli, as you seem to knock around at my innards without discernable patterns. Lucky for me, you’re probably not too much bigger than a pound yet, so it doesn’t hurt….it just reminds me that you’re there.
We love you, baby boy.
(a.k.a. Miss Minty)